Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sunday Song II - Better with Age

The greyhound's rocking out tonight
To maximum rockabilly
When two punks chose to risk the subway
For a tube to Picadilly
And the Zephrys stir fast gangs for glory
Another dumb casualty
Having fun
In South West Six
When a hidden flick knife flicks
Kiss me, deadly tonight
Another battle was won and lost
Down The Bishops End last night
Spotlights pick the kids in triumph
With a thousand scarves in flight, see how they run
Spring from the terraces in black and white
Young and old into the fight
Having fun
In South West Six
With violence for a fix
Kiss me, deadly tonight
Seven o'clock they stand in rank
For the thirty bus uptown
And later in a downstairs room
She pulls her lover down
In ecstacy but they can't make a sound
Case her mother might come down
Having fun
In South West Six
Discovers teenage sex
Kiss me, deadly tonight
The Snooker Hall is empty
Cause they're all out playing pool
Hustling down the Fulham Road
Doing deals with Mr.Cool
They're on the waterfront now instead of being at school
Too old now, even to dig pinball
Having fun
In South West Six
Having fun
When a hidden flick knife flicks
With violence for a fix
Discovers teenage sex
Tried shooting up for, kicks
Kiss me, deadly
Kiss me, deadly
Kiss me, deadly
Kiss me
Kiss me, tonight

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Ta Ta

This is about a woman.
Not just any woman. Oh No!
A special one. Or at least that is how the story goes…
I first heard tell of her adventures a while back, I reckon.
And like any man when encountering such stories I was intrigued.
There was lustful action, tender admissions, and genuine humor.
So I spent some time, wandering from one tale to another,
Trying to get the full picture of this phantom like lady.
I tracked down hints.
There was a time when I caught a glimpse of her eyes, only to have the rest
Her lips would hiss in my minds ear, maybe in passing, and when I really looked,
There was nothing else.
Like some sultry ghost, she teased me as she had others with half-truths
With just enough to make you want more.
And that was really the start of it all.
The wanting.
Looking back, I should have sensed the warnings. But I didn’t.
Never do.
It might have been worse if I had, and shied away for lack of dare,
Only to be besieged by the missed possibilities.
So, I did trudge on. I traveled and I tracked.
And eventually, I found her.
Real. In the flesh.
But that was a while ago, and it wasn’t enough.
So now again I live with shadows and I listen
To what sounds like laughter
From across a great distance.
And I think, when alone, of hot moments
When I might not be so.

Prometheus Body Slam

The Fire wiggles
Under the light breath of whispered hints.
Others can prostitute themselves
To get what they want.
I can’t even for something I might have needed.
With the touch of Forethought, I see
The way things can play out.
How easy things can be if I just let it happen.
Instead, I have to point out the ways to alter the flow.
Sing out to the eagle, and bare the spot.
At least I have my conduits for thought.
I can imagine touch and pretend to feel.
There is what I need, out there. I can smell it.
That spark for which I will burn.
I just have to take it.

Finally be a Thief of Fire.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Sunday Song I - Once An Anthem

In Candy's room. there are pictures of her heroes on the wall,
but to get to Candy's room. you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall,
Strangers from the city, call my baby's number and they bring her toys,
When I come knocking, she smiles pretty, she knows I wanna be Candy's boy.
There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face, a sadness all I her own,
from which no man can keep Candy safe.
We kiss, my heart's pumpin' to my brain
the blood rushes in my veins, when I touch Candy's lips,
We go driving, driving deep into the night,
I go driving deep into the light, in Candy's eyes.
She says, Baby if you wanna be wild,
you got a lot to learn, close your eyes,
Let them melt, let them fire,
let them burn
Cause in the darkness, there'll be hidden worlds that shine,
When I hold Candy close she makes the hidden worlds mine,
She has fancy clothes and diamond rings,
She has men who give her anything she wants, but they don't see,
That what she wants is me,
Oh, and I want her so,
I'll never let her go, no, no, no
She knows that I'd give
all that I got to give,
All that I want, all that I live,
to make Candy mine

Wednesday, February 14, 2007


Happy Valentine's Day!
To lovers and crushes.
From the past, never forgotten.
Even if I tried.
To the present, tempting.
As if a test.
To the future, still unseen.
Except in dreams.
And to those who span.
The full range.
The Smiles.
The Touches.
The Life, Luck, and Love.
Though I feel regret
Mostly I just feel

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Fine Lines.

A Bonny Snooze.

What a sunny Saturday.
The kind of day when anything seems possible.
Well, not anything
The chance of walking thru a solid wall,
Though actually mathematically possible
Due to the large empty spaces between the particles
Which make up 'solid' matter, are so astronomically small
That they veer into the realm of the impossible,
In so far as it pertains to the reality we experience.
But, sure, besides stuff like that,
It is all gold today!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Ready for the Future?

Not That Way

I got a black eye from an inanimate object.
Had to explain the story many times.
Looked like I had got into some knuckle fun.
I am listening to music that sounds like knives
Sliding against one and other.
Pretty cool, but a little slow.
There is an expectation towards a nice sleep.
Maybe just to relax the old gray matter.
Get it ready for a Game tomorrow.
Friday night.
Nerds and Dice.
I live large.
Better than having to explain myself.
Even if joking.
Maybe that last part will be taken wrong.
But I prefer to not censor.
A friend
Or whatever
From the past
Has problems, and I feel for her, as a friend.
And that in and of itself was interesting
To only feel that much.
It was a nice feeling of some kind of

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Smooth and Cool

Music is so important.
Like many, I think I have been very affected.
By certain songs, artists, and sounds.
Right now it is Miles Davis.
And the result is so good.
Like that moment when your eyes first touch.
That stranger that will become your all.
Even if for only a night.
A dance, a drink.
Or maybe just a song.

Monday, February 05, 2007


Better Than I Thought.

Nothing new except
Get out there and fondle that world.
Good to be back.
Again, to think and drool words.
I was busy and lazy.
But I was reading.
And now I am back.
Traveled, tried, test.
And returned.
Good times and an attempt to heal.
Some smiles faded, some new and so bright.
And there was a bit of
Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda.

But, then, isn’t there always!